Love said to me,
“Love deep, all the way down.”
And so I loved,
And now I wear Love’s crown.

It’s not of thorn,
It is not heavy gold;
It is not hot,
And no, it is not cold,

But it is made
Of dreams forgot, yet kept
In some lone shade
Where all great loves have slept.

I rise and stand;
Love’s lips are on my brow.
I’m in command
Of all my dreams right now!

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